I seriously wanna kill someone right now...

I really shouldn't talk about my real life, but I am getting stressed over this stupid shit. My dad has been causing my mother hell and well, directly affecting my day. I SERIOUSLY hate dealing with his bullshit on MY dayoff. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Long story short, I lived not in the United States til I was 12. My dad was here in the US and I believe he lived with his mistress when I was 6 til maybe I was 10 or 11. I moved to the US in 1996. I left my parents' house in NY in 2005. My mom left my dad in 2007. My dad cut off my cell phone (connected to his and my mother's cell phone, just to spite her) ON MY BIRTHDAY the same year. I haven't talked to him since.

My dad filed for divorce about a year ago or so and because he's been hiding a LOT of money from my mother, it's taking longer than most divorces.

Now this asshole, ever since my mother had been working and filing taxes with him, he NEVER let her see what he earned every year. I believe he earned around 60K~100K a year but my mother, who earned less than 30K a year aid for EVERYTHING. My mom and I never got to see the money because he was *paying debt* he accumulated when he had that mistress. I call bullshit since he said he was just gonna pay it off in about 3 years. Before I left, how the hell can he still have that much debt after a decade?

Anyways, from what I heard from my mom who heard from her attorney is that my dad had been hiding about 10% of his income in his retirement fund, plus he has a lot of stocks and bonds and 401K and shit like that.

Now, because he refuses to give her 50% of what he owns (he says she only deserves 30%, what a cheap motherfucker), he has to go to court over this. Anyways, my unfortunately computer illiterate mom wants me to look for a picture of my dad and email it to her attorney.

Seriously... I just spent a good hour of my day because of this ASSHOLE. And the only picture I have of him is from 1997. It's not like I took that many pictures when I was around. He wasn't really a hands-on dad.

I swear, if that lawyer of his attempts to call me in, I will let out every damn thing I can think off and make sure that shithead shoves what's left of his money up his ass.